Chapter Seven

Rick slowed down as they pulled in to the parking lot of the Walmart.

"I'm not holding up much hope for this place" he said, stopping the car as close to the doors as he could. "Almost guaranteed it's been cleaned out".

Daryl climbed out of the truck and looked around him, there was three other cars in the lot. All seemed to be abandoned.

"I don't have a good feeling about this", Michonne said, jumping down from the truck bed and pulling her sword from it's sheath.

Daryl snorted, "You never have a good feelin' about nothin'", he said as he raised his crossbow and started to make his way over to the car nearest to them. It was worth searching, he thought. He opened the driver's side door and bent down to get a closer look at the inside, pretty clean, considering the circumstances. He leaned over and opened the glovebox, empty, he had suspected it might be. He then turned to look in the back and his eyes fell on a pink child's seat, he thought of Judith and stood up to open the back door.

"Hey Rick", he called, leaning over the seat, struggling to undo the straps. "Come help me get this damn thing out the car".

Daryl heard the sound of Rick's footsteps coming towards the car, and felt him watching as he tried to get the seat out. After a few seconds of fighting, Daryl threw the straps down in frustration and wiped the sweat from his brow, "I ain't got a clue how to get that thing out of there".

Rick chuckled. "Move out the way, I got it".

Daryl took a step back and watched as Rick did something with the seatbelt and pulled the seat out of the car, he wanted to learn how to do it himself, just in case.

"You think we might have use for that?" Daryl asked Rick as they walked back to the truck where the others were waiting.

"You never know when we might need to make a quick getaway, might be handy to have one of these around" Rick said, putting the seat into the truck bed. "Thanks, Daryl."

Daryl nodded, "Don't mention it". He spat on the ground and took another look at the parking lot, Michonne was right, something was off about this place.

"Okay so I can't see anything around the back", Glenn said, jogging towards them. "No walkers, no people. Let's just get in there and see what we got inside".

Rick pulled out his pistol, "Alright, let's go". He walked towards the entrance of the store, Tyreese, Glenn, Michonne following, with Daryl bringing up the rear.

"Ready?" Rick said, cocking his pistol. He did not wait for an answer.